Verse 1
When the King of Israel came
His joyful guests to view,
Looking with his eyes of flame,
He look’d the sinner thro’;
One observ’d with angry frown,
(One the type of millions more)
Bold with Jesus to sit down,
And only seem t’ adore.
Verse 2
Unadorn’d and unarray’d
With Jesus’ righteousness,
In his filthy garments clad,
And destitute of grace,
Naked in his Maker’s sight,
Without the covering from above,
Dress of saints, the linnen white,
The robe of faith and love.